La Campana

I´ve written down some of my stories from the mission, but I need to be better about writing in my journal. It´s never been a strength of mine, but I´m trying to get into the habit because yes, these two years are full of stories. Just yesterday, for example, we went to a lesson and watched two drunks argue about whether one showed up at 3 am last night and crashed in the other´s chair without asking permission or knocking the door. Later, one of them tried to convince me that Jesus doesn´t have a body. It ended up being a very funny discussion. There are lots of little things like that in the mission, and I´m going to love being an old grandpa telling stories to my grandkids. One day, that is...

My companion is the same and I´m still in Colima right now, but I get the feeling I will be changing soon. I´ve been here a while now, after all. As far as food is concerned, I just tried "salchichas a la diabla", which are sausages chopped up with tomatoe, onion, ketchup, and a puree of mayonaisse, sour cream, and I don´t know what else, as well as chipotle. Eaten (of course) with tortilla. Spicy and tasty. I almost don´t notice spice anymore, but this one was a little hot. I liked it.

I´m going to write home later this week with instructions on how the mother´s day phone call is supposed to work out. We can call either the 9th or the 10th, but it will probably be the 10th. We now are allowed 40 minutes to call home. Surprising that 1/2 of my phone calls home will be through in a week, isn´t it?

Know that I´m having a great experience here, and that I´m growing a lot. I will continue in my quest to serve God the way I should and the way He wants me to, and I know the blessings and recompense will come, in my future as well as for the family. I´m trying to convince my companion to visit the small pyramid that is here in Colima (across the street, actually) one p-day, btw. It´s called "la campana". google/wiki it! There are some interesting cultural things about ancient Colima, like burying the dead with little clay dogs to accompany them on their way to heaven. That's why there´s two giant dancing dogs in one of the roundabouts here, supposedly. The volcano continues to fume and spew lava every once in a while. I am told it can´t reach us here, and that it´s always like that.

I laugh in the face of danger.

Again I must leave you without promised photos, as once again I am in the lame, USB-eating cyber café. I´ll see what I can do next week.

Love,
Elder Lund